Dragnelle watched through the binoculars as Mioura's bright yellow bag was carefully placed into the trunk of a luxury sport car—sleek and predatory, with a metallic red finish that gleamed under the sun like liquid fire. Mioura herself, poised and composed, slid into the driver's seat with a deliberate grace, her confidence radiating through the tinted windows as the engine roared to life. The car was as much a statement as it was a mode of transportation: fast, bold, and impossible to ignore.
Dragnelle's lip twitched slightly as she observed the car peel away, leaving a faint dust trail in its wake. Driving had always been a necessary evil for her—something she loathed, not for the act itself but for the painful inconvenience her leg always brought to the experience. The dull ache in her knee was a constant companion, a reminder that her body betrayed her in ways she couldn't always control. But this was part of the game, wasn't it? The sacrifice that came with maintaining her edge. With a wince, she made her way back to the plain, unassuming rental she'd parked near the bay. Its dusty silver exterior felt starkly unremarkable compared to Mioura's ostentatious ride, but it suited Dragnelle perfectly. Blending in was always part of the game—no one ever suspected the quiet, modest car.
Sliding into the driver's seat, Dragnelle adjusted her position carefully, giving her leg room to settle into place. She turned the key in the ignition, the engine sputtering to life with an almost apologetic hum. For a moment, she just sat there, hands resting lightly on the wheel, watching the gleaming red car move out of sight. Her eyes narrowed, assessing the landscape around her. Then, she followed, keeping just enough distance to remain unnoticed but never far enough to lose sight of her quarry. Mioura drove with a casual recklessness, weaving through the narrow roads with an entitlement that screamed of someone accustomed to owning everything in sight—including the road beneath her tires. Dragnelle, on the other hand, was all patience, her practiced eye constantly monitoring her surroundings, ensuring she wouldn't attract attention.
The road narrowed further as Mioura's car led them toward a more remote area, the bustling city slowly giving way to wild, untamed cliffs. Dragnelle frowned as the terrain grew steeper, her hands tightening around the wheel as her rental struggled with the incline. She could almost feel the weight of Mioura's defiance as the younger woman led the way, climbing ever higher toward some unknown destination. As the cliffs loomed ever closer, Dragnelle wondered where Mioura was headed, but she knew better than to second-guess. It would reveal itself in time. Just as she was about to pull over to the side and reassess her next move, Mioura's car came to an abrupt stop.
Mioura stepped out, her yellow bag slung casually over one shoulder, the vibrant color stark against the muted greens and browns of the rugged cliffside. Her steps were sure and purposeful as she strode toward the rocks, her body language radiating a quiet confidence, a certainty that this was her domain. Dragnelle pulled over a safe distance away, parking where the car would remain hidden from view. She grabbed her cane, steadying herself as she emerged, her movements slow but deliberate, each step calculated.